Again I woke up and couldn't go to work.
It's not that I physically can't go, it's all in my head.
After 3 days straight inside my apartment I've finally started cleaning the place up. My brothers going to come by in about an hour to take me to a wake. I only met the guy a couple times, but he seemed nice. Old people die, that's just part of life. We'll all die someday. I think with getting out I'll have the motivation for the rest of the week.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Monday, December 15, 2003
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